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 One For Every Month  (6 ratings)by Tabitha Jacques One For Every Month One, two, three, four How I adore the motion, The novelty of ecstasy. The experimentation of different sizes, Different positions, Leave me warm and breathless For more. Five, six It hurts. Stripped of my own being Like in the memory of Strobe lights flashing During a slide show, I crawl into a corner of shame, Unable to sit upright. Seven I think you're the one! In and out of the house, My eyes are always starry. The experienced profession Of an older man Keeps me going. Eight, nine Warmed by rum, I recklessly spread loose. There's nothing anymore, But like a bona fide slut, I proudly add to my list. Seven again Am I still in love? The excitement isn?t there anymore, But I'm starved and dying of thirst. I need the familiarity of pretense To appease my needs. Ten I am made a leader. Guiding my friend Through the path Walked only once in a lifetime, I show him the collections Of my landmarks. Eleven Made dry, I try to add a sweetener, But like a fruit unpreserved, I rot bitterly on the ground, Watching the newly broken virgins Retain their innocence. Seven You're no longer lucky seven. Evolving into a slave, I stay awake longer Wondering why, After a good session I'm still crawling around for crumbs. Twelve You don't exist just yet, But I can hope That I'll finally reach my destination- An explosion in the black hole.
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